having earned
my place in oblivion
i fold up my dreams
with their creases
and worn out folds
faded blue lines and
penciled words
and send them
to those swift waters
running under
a creaking old bridge
letters
share:
having earned
my place in oblivion
i fold up my dreams
with their creases
and worn out folds
faded blue lines and
penciled words
and send them
to those swift waters
running under
a creaking old bridge
share:
2 responses to “letters”
Excellent. I can almost welcome that creaking old bridge.
Thanks Bob. 🙂